Chap. V.] PERSONAL APPEARANCE. 41 



short, he would have been taken for a tall man when seen sitting in 

 a chair. There appears to have been an arrest of growth between 

 his hip and his knee ; otherwise, as his family frequently heard 

 him remark, he ought to have been a man nearly six feet high. 

 He always sat bolt upright, and disliked lounging chairs. His 

 face was singularly handsome, and he possessed delicate yet well- 

 defined features. He was yery dark, and had a clear complexion, 

 his cheeks being slightly tinged with colour. Through intense 

 mental work his hair became grey at the early age of eighteen. 

 When I first remembered him, his hair was of an iron grey and 

 very short and curly. When a boy, he had, as I have heard, 

 beautiful long ringlets which fell over his shoulders, and all 

 who saw him called him the " beautiful boy." In the prime of 

 life his curly locks used to glisten like silver in the sun. If, 

 however, he were not quite well, his hair would assume a 

 leaden tint; but no sooner was he again better in health, than 

 his hair resumed its usual silvery beauty. His forehead was 

 broad and prominent, and singularly square. His mouth was 

 small, his lips thin and firmly set, and his face was set off by 

 a pretty dimple in his chin, which, when he was animated in 

 conversation or when he smiled, enhanced the beauty of his 

 countenance. Later in life he wore a beard which robbed him 

 of a part of his good looks. He had also small ears, a well- 

 formed nose, small hands — singularly handy in manipulation — 

 and small feet. But perhaps the most striking feature of his 

 appearance were his eyes, which were truly wonderful. All who 

 saw him in former days can testify to this. When a young 

 man, they would flash fire. I have myself seen many instances 

 of the marvellous power of a glance of his eye on persons trying 

 to conceal any matter or to prevaricate. It was terrible to such 

 persons ! 



Here I must remark that my brother and myseK from early 

 childhood were constantly with my father. We were always 

 with him at his breakfast and frequently during his dinner, for 

 my father, unless conducting his experiments or seeing patients, 

 was never thoroughly happy unless he had his family around 

 him. In the morning he used to write at the breakfast-table 

 — whether his books or his pamphlets, or his papers, or his 

 reports or letters — whilst my brother and myself were supposed 

 to be playing about the room. But too often our play was 

 stopped to make observations upon him. Yet at other times we 

 were quite noisy, and would have, as we used to say, a bear-fight 



